Candle whose light burns bright
Amid the darkest veils of night Cast upon me your warming glow So that your beauty might yet show. Candle's flame which seems so fine Issuing sweet scents of pine A calming presence to those who care And who find happiness when you're there. Candle standing tall and strong I know eventually you will be gone As I watch your wax run down your side your determination is a thing of pride. Candle, dawn has arrived beyond those mountains A faint light is slowly creeping past the curtains You're free to wink out and your flame to die But this will not be our last goodbye |
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